The Recollecting of Pink
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Gradually winter releases its grip and flowers erupted from the ground in the celebrations of spring. Oh! yes those winter time has passed in its somber majesty; having brought us skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in this bare beauty. On this spring day I was busy admiring flowers waving in the breeze like a smile born of cosmos happiness in brilliant shades and to sense their aromas. My liberated eyes flow from tree to tree, noticing the buds to ready to open into the light into the backyard of my house.
Suddenly I heard movement in the tree. I gazed towards the sky. "Oh my God!" exhaled who was present in the backyard. In perfect unison, we inhaled sharply.
My first sounds were not intelligible. In the tree, we noticed something clumsy stout with a long spiny tapering tail, saggy skin with strong jaws moving horizontally, very fast was a huge, pink iguana. Moved from one tree to the next. It’s pink! It’s pink! was all I could say. I was frozen, wailing, “It's pink! It’s pink!”
The iguana drop from a branch and finally landed on the ground a few yards away. It had been at least eight feet long, weighing about seventeen pounds just solid pink was very very pink as pink as bubblegum. Was it a newborn baby iguana? And where was she?
My shouts of “It’s pink” were more frantic. Trying to calm me down my brother said quietly, “I think I better get a shovel for safety reason”. '
As my brother turned to get shovel, it lowered itself to the ground, and rambled off out of sight.
In the couple of seconds that we had to view the amazing strangeness, my mind raced, like a fast runner at a racing track, trying to find an answer that made sense.
And then we were standing there, with a shovel, me still rooted in place whimpering, “Why was it pink?” we looked for it, but it had vanished. If either one of us has told the other, well…there would have been real concerns about sanity. He said he was glad it was gone before he got back with shovel because he didn’t really want to chop its head off.
That was years ago and there was never another siting of the pink iguana. Just in case, and wondering why it came to us, in its amazing pinkness. If I were to see him again, I might apologize for disturbing his warm lazy day. The truth is that the pink iguana and I have something in common. We are both creations of Mother Nature.